Wigan Album
Wigan Infirmary Nursing Staff
8 CommentsPhoto: David Molyneaux
Item #: 32940
I vividly remember waiting here to be called to have a cyst removed from my eyelid in about 1938
I recall this Hall where you had to wait to be called in the fifties. I don't think benches were used then. I remember all the doors leading off. I always felt a feeling of dread when my name was called for whatever reason I was there for.
Why do beggars stare at me,
lift their noses wafting.
Bringing with them fancy wares,
in pockets ready made.
How do folk who look like them,
know what really matters,
when disinfectant fills the air
and a loaf is all we need..
Spent many miserable hours on several occasions in here waiting to be seen in the 50s. The one that sticks in my mind was about seven hours waiting to have a broken wrist attended to.
I think my 'dread' stemmed from having a broken arm at four or five years old. All I remember is being laid down under a bright round light . I must have been 'put out', but that fear never left me. It's very strange the things you remember from early childhood.
This is where I must have been taken, age 5/6. When I fell on broken glass, and needed 7 stitches in my chin.Although I don't remember the benches.WW.. doesn't half bring all kinds of memories flooding back.
Spot on Veronica and Edna,bad memories and a creepy place.
I had to go there when I broke my arm,I'd been climbing in the Ropewalk at the back of our house,as soon as it was usable I slipped in the School yard and broke the other lol.